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I don’t even let my pets do this, and they’re family. But a wild animal? Well, I guess it depends on how scary the wild animal is. This raccoon is a pet. His name is Deere. -via Buzzfeed
Welland auto dealer Chris Primerano has found a buyer for a vintage 1941 Buick that he saved from a scrap metal recycler but the new owner won’t be taking possession of the vehicle for five or six weeks. That’s because a mother raccoon has shredded the back seat and turned it into a nursery for her litter of kits. Kind-hearted Primerano will not issue an eviction notice and will allow the family to remain there until they are old enough to move out on their own. This is not the first time he has encountered wildlife in his car lot:
“One day, a guy wanted to buy a Cadillac we had for parts,” he recalled. “I opened the hood of the car to put a battery in it. … There was a snake in the battery box.”
This little guy’s having all kinds of fun trying to catch running water. How cute can it get? -via The Daily What
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Craftster member enemyairship created this 7 by 7 foot rug of Mario in raccoon form:
He’s made of 386 granny squares, each one representing 1 pixel (3.5″ each) that makes up Raccoon Mario. I learned to crochet in February by watching youtube videos and recently watched another video for granny squares and got started on this project right away. I had originally thought that it would take me over 1 month to complete if I made about 10 granny squares per day.
Our very own Stacy Conradt has some unwelcome house guests, so naturally she blogged about it.
We saw them in broad daylight on Sunday morning – it’s a mama and three babies. I don’t know if it had been the babies’ first night out hunting or if they fell off the roof or what, but there were two of them down on the ground and one of them up on the roof. The kids were too little to get back up on the roof themselves, so the mama was down on the ground trying to help them. The one up on the roof was freaking out because everyone else was down on the ground and he was trying really hard to get down to them – at one point he was hanging off of our gutter by one paw! It was amazing. And the whole time the babies were making these cooing noises; they kind of sounded like pigeons.
The mama finally climbed our magnolia tree to get to the one on the roof and dragged him off back to their hidey-hole in our roof. Maybe I am anthropomorphizing too much, but I swear she had this attitude like, “Look, I told you to stay put. If you can’t follow instructions, I’m putting you back to bed.” It was a very no-nonsense kind of a thing. So she got him tucked away and went back to the ones on the ground. They managed to shinny their way up the fence and run along the top of it, but one of them didn’t quite have his balance so she picked him up too. They disappeared over into the neighbors’ yard and that’s the last we saw of them.
Now I’ve never had the pleasure of hosting raccoons in my roof (and I hope I never will), but thanks to Stacy I now know that they can’t resist marshmallows: Link
